bathtub mary

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Summer was taken up with my campaign for County Clerk
I found three new Bathtub Marys. This is the only picture I was able to get so far.
This is in the front yard of the patriarch of a couple of families that were on my list of Democrats in Brownville.
Now some of you don't live in places where being a Democrat is rare, but I do. I was gathering 1000 signatures in order to get on the ballot and was all over the county, knocking on doors and one family of Democrats lived in three houses, next to each other, along the same road and in the patriarch's yard, was this wonderful example.

Another is in Adams, NY on a hill near the bridge; I have to find it again and get a photo.
Another is in Watertown near my friend's brother's house; I have to get my camera over there too.
But three in one year! That is big!
Stay tuned and I will get those other's for my collection soon.

1 comment:

Bernie Wong said...: Hi There, I was introduced to Bathtub Mary through a friends post on Facebook.

I have a good friend and fellow gardener who has a Bathtub Mary I helped install, would you like me to send you a picture?; October 6, 2010 at 12:21 AM

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How It All Began

Northern New York.
Cow country.
Deer, bear, beaver country.
Gun country.
"Moose and Squirrel" country.
and Bathtub Mary country.

I have been in love with her for years. I have taken a gazzilion photos, always swearing I would write a book.

I decided that before I lose all my pics, and before they all disappear so I can't replace the pics I have lost, I better get them put up somewhere, and here seemed as good a place as any.
There used to be so many more when I was growing up.
Slowly but surely tastes have changed, rust has set in, and Marys have gotten up and walked away.

Can you imagine the effort it took to haul that cast iron bathtub out to the garden? Dig down at least three feet? This is the land of rock. Some places worse than others, but most of the adirondack foothills are full of stones. There is a saying about the crop you can always count on is the rocks.

On the road I grew up visiting, every summer of my life, there used to be at least three or four now I know of one well kept one, one faded and hiding in a shrub, and one bathtub in search of a Mary. I have those photos somewhere, but I have to dig them out of my shoeboxes.